Cal Warren was the first of the two to wed, and he had established a post along the trail, a rambling structure of 'dobe, poles and sod, and there conducted the business of "Two for One," a calling impossible and unknown in any other than that day and place. The long bull trains were in sight from horizon to horizon every hour of the day.

"But the turkey phase is, very," said Mr. Yocomb, throwing a handful of corn down before his favorite, which, like certain eminent statesmen, immediately looked after his own interests. "Mr. Yocomb, please, let me help you feed the horses," said Miss Warren, leading the way into the barn, where on one side were mows for hay and grain, and, on the other, stalls for several horses.

I know you could if you only would." Holmes was accessible upon the side of flattery, and also, to do him justice, upon the side of kindliness. The two forces made him lay down his gum-brush with a sigh of resignation and push back his chair. "Well, well, Mrs. Warren, let us hear about it, then. You don't object to tobacco, I take it? Thank you, Watson the matches!

"With no moon or stars to guide him last night, what means had he of keeping to the right coorse?" The question gave its own answer. The cause of this wandering was so self-evident that Warren Starr would not have asked it had he not been in such a state of mental agitation as a person feels when certain he is on the eve of some critical event.

Betty was folding up her work, and Warren yawning over his book, when Mrs. Leverett began in a rather jerky manner: "Mrs. Morse was in and invited you both to Jane's birthday party next Thursday night." "Yes, I saw Joe in the street to-day, and he told me," replied Warren. "I said I'd see about you, Betty. You are quite too young to begin party-going."

I meant to make this letter shorter, but could not. I hope I need not assure you, general, that I am not conscious that any part of the above comes of enmity to the south. I certainly should rejoice to see my opinion of the state of feeling in Mississippi falsified by patent facts. I have the honer to be, general, your obedient servant, JOSEPH WARREN, Chaplain, State Superintendent of Education.

Mary Warren sat silent, the dark lenses of her glasses turned toward her companion. "Beggar man thief!" she said at last. "I'd be robbing him, even then!" She smiled bitterly. "Who'd take me?" When spring came above the icy shores of the inland seas, Mary Warren had been out of work for more than three months. She was ill; ill of body, ill of mind, ill of heart.

Doris and little Bessy fraternized at once, and practiced a duet for the entertainment of Uncle Winthrop, who praised them warmly. She planned to take Betty back to New York with her. "But I can't go," declared Betty. "Warren must not be taxed any more heavily, so there would be no hope of having help, and mother cannot be left alone." "Is there any objection to Mercy coming?

Ben Warren, sick unto death, and yet in full possession of his senses, for valid reasons of his own had cut off many anxious more distant relatives and bequeathed all his real estate and personal property to his loving and faithful niece, "Hester Wrinkle Henley."

Warren, who, arrayed in a gown of emerald green as though she were attending a Fenian meeting bustled about in a state of intense excitement until the greengrocer's cart, which was to serve as a rostrum, had arrived.